09-07-2008, 03:18 PM
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 --  (!@#$%)He was somewhat surprised when she called after him; his ears flicked slightly at the sound of her voice and he paused a moment in his steps. He finished placing his foot on the ground as he turned his head around to look at her for a moment before continuing on. If she wanted to keep talking it was fine, but by now he felt like moving around a bit more. He considered the question for half a second more before offering a matter-of-fact Nope, not really, and a shrug. (!@#$%)It was pretty much the truth. Anselm hardly considered anyone his friend--in his mind the other members of Inferni were comrades, partners in battle or on the hunt. Everybody was kept at an arm's length for a reason--they'd probably disappear later anyway. Things went more smoothly if he simply opted not to care and apathy was generally made easier by distance. Only Gabriel did he truly consider a friend and they had been working together for months now. They were related by blood. Gabriel was his leader and Anselm knew that the doggish hybrid would sooner die than abandon his post. It was a matter of trust--Anselm trusted that Gabriel knew what he was doing and that he wouldn't vanish into thin air like most of the joiners did. (!@#$%)Either way, the concept of just "hanging out" with someone when it wasn't strictly for business was foreign to the golden hybrid. The idea of having a friend that didn't need to be trusted was just as bizarre. Maybe if someone else was around enough for some kind of trust to develop he'd come to consider them a friend, but random meetings that lasted less than one hour in duration didn't count. They couldn't. Ultimately, then, it had little to do with sex and everything to do with his borderline schizophrenia.  |